Valvoline

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Valvoline garage one night, a delivery driver growled under his breath, ‘I’ll never understand why my engine light comes on here.’ The mechanic shrugged and replied, ‘Probably because it’s trying to tell you something.’ The next day, an old neighbor dropped off his car with a worried expression. ‘My check engine light is blinking,’ he said. The mechanic looked up from his coffee and grinned, ‘Maybe it’s just flashing because it saw your headlights coming!’

2. One morning, a neighbor pulled into Valvoline and asked the mechanic, ‘Why does my car sound like it’s singing “Happy Birthday” every time I turn right?’ The mechanic looked puzzled for a moment, then grinned. ‘Ah,’ he said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. ‘That’s because your exhaust pipe is just right of centre. When you turn right, it hits that perfect pitch.’ The neighbor nodded wisely, leaving Valvoline with a newfound appreciation for automotive acoustics.

3. At Valvoline garage late one night, an old radio started playing on its own, broadcasting staticky voices no one else could hear. Suddenly, a delivery driver walked in and asked what all the noise was about. The mechanic shrugged, ‘Just some old ghosts trying to tell us something.’ The driver shook his head and laughed, ‘Next time you see them, ask if they’ve tried Valvoline’s new synthetic oil—it might quieten their spirits!’

4. At Valvoline garage, a little girl pointed excitedly as her dad pulled in. ‘Daddy,’ she whispered, ‘look at that funny sign!’ Her dad glanced up, but saw only the usual Valvoline logo. The next day, he noticed something odd: everyone else’s kids were pointing too. Soon enough, every parent driving into Valvoline’s lot found themselves following suit—stopping and staring at what they thought was just another ordinary sign. One evening, an old delivery driver asked his granddaughter curiously, ‘What’s so special about that sign anyway?’ She giggled mischievously and replied, ‘It’s magic, Grandpa—it makes daddies stop and look!’